Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1247 - 156 Pig teammates (Part 2)

Chapter 1247: 156 Pig teammates (Part 2)

The blacksmith had been stunned and agape from the moment Lin Yuan poured that silvery liquid over the glaze, having never seen silver used in such a way before—it was sheer wastefulness!

Lin Yi, standing nearby, looked at the flirtatiously chatting pair as if they were creatures from another world. He had a clear understanding of the couple’s obsession with wealth, considering not only those dozen taels of silver but also the piece of glaze itself. Although it may not have been valuable in the Western Region, it was nearly impossible to purchase in Dayong. Furthermore, considering the expenses for transport and safekeeping over the journey, a whole piece of glaze would cost at least Fifty Taels of silver—such a shame to see it tainted with silver liquid!

Meanwhile, regarded as monsters by the others, Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng were whispering softly to each other.

Despite the blacksmith’s demeanor seeming slightly off, his actions in smoothing the silver liquid over the glaze were incredibly swift. With this single swipe, a matte, blurred layer had formed on the surface of the glaze, much to the dismay of both the blacksmith and Lin Yi.

"Not bad," Lin Yuan nodded after examining the glaze. "Let’s stop here for today. After the silver liquid dries tomorrow, we can come and see the finished product."

When the four emerged from the cellar, the sky, which had still been somewhat bright, had darkened completely, evidently reaching midnight. It was surprising how time had flown. It was now too late to return to the Capital City, but fortunately, Liu Limin and her companions had already prepared suitable rooms for them.

Having walked just a few steps, Xia Zheng paused to ponder, then hinted to Lin Yi with a glance, "Guard this place tonight."

All the glaze had been moved to the cellar, and there was also a semi-finished mirror; not only Lin Yuan, but Xia Zheng too felt uneasy.

Initially, Xia Zheng had only intended to ease his mind, but unexpectedly, they really did encounter two petty thieves that night. However, their skills were mediocre; one of them would not have managed to escape from Lin Yi’s grasp without resorting to trickery.

Worried that the petty thieves might be luring him away from the important location, Lin Yi decided not to pursue them.

Not far from He family village, two men dressed in night clothes deftly scaled a high wall and arrived in front of a wing room.

Inside the room, the dim candlelight flickered softly, alternatingly revealing and obscuring the silhouettes of four individuals.

"Useless!" Wu Zhengqing’s eyes narrowed dangerously. His gaze was like daggers on the backs of the two men standing before him, who bowed their heads and dared not utter a word.

Wu Jiangtao, however, pursed his lips and cast a somewhat careless glance at his younger brother. He snorted, "Little brother, I think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. What valuable things could there be in that shabby villa? You even sent these two to scout it out. Aren’t you afraid Xia Zheng will catch them? If he does, we’ll be in deep trouble!"

"You don’t understand!" Wu Zhengqing shot a glare at his disgraceful older brother, making him shrink back. In the Wu family, it wasn’t the boss, Wu Tianli, nor the eldest brother, Wu Jiangtao, who truly ran things—it was the second brother, Wu Zhengqing.

Normally, Wu Zhengqing showed a degree of respect towards his older brother, at least not chastising him in front of the servants. But the day’s events had left him both angry and anxious, causing him to lose control over his temper momentarily.

Glancing at the two men in black standing before him, Wu Zhengqing steadied his mind and said to Wu Jiangtao, whose head drooped, "If there really were nothing in that manor, would Xia Zheng have so cautiously stationed experts to guard it? I’m sure that thing is in the cellar. It’s just a pity I don’t have any capable men under me."

Having been scolded by Wu Zhengqing earlier, Wu Jiangtao didn’t dare to say anything more; he just muttered under his breath and nodded.

Wu Zhengqing didn’t care whether he had really listened or not; he casually waved the two men in black away, then turned to Wu Jiangtao and continued, "Remember, when we sent Han Yu to the Second Prince Mansion that day, what the Second Prince had said. Hmph, to his eyes, our Wu family is just a money lender always ready to supply him with Silver. If our Wu family falls or can no longer provide the Silver the Second Prince requires, we will sooner or later be cast aside by him."

In the entire Wu family, only Wu Zhengqing viewed this matter clearly. Let alone the Boss Wu Jiangtao, even their father, Wu Tianli, was proud to have climbed the high branches of the Second Prince, completely forgetting why the Second Prince had chosen them.

Although Wu Jiangtao wasn’t clever, Wu Zhengqing’s hint did make him realize something. He lean forward and furrowed his brow, asking, "Then Han Yu..."

"Hmph, don’t mention her! She’s useless!" Wu Zhengqing’s eyes narrowed even more, "Han Yu has no talent, no looks, and no wealthy family background. I had hoped to send her to the Red Smoke Pavilion during this competition to forge a good relationship with Madam Cheng for future use by the Second Prince. But what a useless person she turned out to be!"

He slammed the armrest of his chair in frustration, almost fuming with anger.

Wu Jiangtao blinked, finally realizing why his younger brother had given so much attention to the daughter of a concubine. So that was his plan!

However, realizing this also whitened Wu Jiangtao’s face. Unable to stop himself, he nervously shrank his neck. Madam Chen’s certainty that the person on stage initially wasn’t Wu Hanyu had something to do with him, too. If he hadn’t intentionally spread rumors, Lady Jiang would certainly not have believed so firmly that Wu Hanyu had used a substitute.

Carefully glancing at his younger brother, Wu Jiangtao swallowed hard, realizing he must never let his younger brother know that he had ruined his big plan, otherwise, he, the Boss, would also be in jeopardy. Yes, it wasn’t his fault—it was all Wu Hanyu’s fault for absurdly aspiring to connect with the Second Prince, being born from a concubine. Serves her right!

Wu Zhengqing, deep in his agonized thoughts, had no idea that the meticulous plans he had made had been spoiled because of his older brother’s grudge against the children of the concubine.

That night, Lin Yi only briefly mentioned the incident to Xia Zheng. Although they were unclear about who had come, a brief contemplation was enough for Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan to understand that their frequent visits to the manor lately must have caught someone’s attention.

After a night of reflection, Lin Yuan decided she no longer intended to make money from the Glaze. After all, the Glaze was too hard to come by—she cherished Xia Zheng and did not want him to exhaust himself over her affairs.

Furthermore, the Glaze she had now was enough for her to give away. She no longer intended to turn the remaining pieces into mirrors. In the newly opened Dong Tian, she planned to arrange a Dream Hall on the third floor specifically to entertain the prodigal sons who were willing to part with their Silver.

Having discussed this idea with Xia Zheng, there was no shortage in the Capital city of wealthy individuals willing to spend Silver. To earn a smile from their beloved, such young masters who spared no expense were exactly the ones who loved such dreamlike rooms the most. In doing this, she was appealing directly to their desires—this would undoubtedly make money flow like water.